The Changing

The tunnels brush border where mortals grow
The virtue and order of Brussels subtle are
Lavishing shabby living deep in the furrows
Fairies and goblins galore who sing and whale
All so deep down in the levies whimsy dale
And children run through the tree tunnel
Trying to reach the end but rumor has it
Somewhere in the middle or amongst light
Children deepen and become converted
Hair begins to grow oh so much longer
Fingernails sharpen and adding length
Toenails yellow from muddy wet dirt
Switching from boys to men and then
Sometimes switching from boys to women
Fairies come and dust shiny fairy dust
Faces once plump become downright fat
And bodies all girlie become hairy and old
Boys at the end have an odd bulbous nose
Reshaping orientation and finding away
Never thought modifications tweak us
But anything is possible in the tunnel of brush
Leaving the tunnel the pretty are rough
Leaving the tunnel oh so ugly are pretty
The fairies giggle at their high fashion designs
A long runway showing off the humankind

BJ

 

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“Chechnya is rounding up gay people and taking them to torture camps”

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“Chechnya is rounding up gay people and taking them to torture camps, and it’s as horrific as it sounds. Men are being electrocuted, tortured until they reveal names of other gay people, and beaten so badly that some have died. “

Tadhg Poetry

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Tadhg

Clashing banging rumbling from skies

Flashes of lights evoke my wary eyes

The window shades slam and bam

Awakening ethereal dreams slam

And there in the shadows of dark

You stand. A strange odd quark

I’v come to trust your stark visits

It doesn’t matter, my setting limits

Entering in you seem inauspicious

However; discovered meretricious

And your eyes mystically dreamy

When you speak your words steamy

You call me using your finger folly

Pointing for me to come and follow

And that I do oh angel Santiago

A desperado fallen from Pablo

Up the stairs into the dusty attic

Handing me pictures and relics

Showing me my life so all alone

What I’ve missed and what treasured

And everything sought ill gathered

I swallowed my ego under my tail

And old Picasso fell of the wall’s nail

Cobwebs hung off The Temple of Apollo

He wiped them away and hung it so

Daringly wiping away the thick soot

Never shaming, but showed the dirt

Then sitting at the table ate avocados

He never said a word, he never had to

Loud bravado is not his demeanor

Just a quiet gentlemen who loves me

unconditionally

And when morning comes and I awaken

Wiping my eyes and capture fleeting images

I smile and wonder who he is

Stretching loving life getting out of bed

All day long, I wonder will I see you soon

I’LL pray for lightning and shadows

All of it

But on a Saturday night

BJ

 

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Catherine saw him on the street

Thought to herself, he’s familiar

Starring she wasn’t able to stop

Rude as she was, she knew~

I know him

He watched as well at her wondering

Their eyes met, she looked away, chilled

Thought he could he the one who visits

Standing in the shadows

She knew, she knew him

She turns quickly up the alley

Only to find him at the end waiting

Their eyes meet and she felt naked

There was a star floating from him

It dissipated

“What do you want? Why do you follow?

He said nothing. He only held out his hand

His eyes told her a curious story

She read intuitively and then followed

He turned her around to face him

Gave her a locket

With that he turned away silently

Into the street and upon the trolley

Catherine witnessed his every step

Before opening the locket she followed

Running down the iron rails

“Come back!” She yells.

Opening the locket is her young picture

On the other side a boy who looked like her

In wonder and pondering the meaning

Looked back towards that train

Standing in the cabooses window

The gentleman waving goodbye

“Perhaps tomorrow?”

 

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The Lovely Cat Dubois

My Poetry April 2017

Birds

To exist in an attitude of utter tranquility

Must establish contentment while here

Adopt and create quiet amazing gentility

Relishing in the Earth’s treasures endear

Basking in sunlit warmth ethereal Sophia

Laughing midst troubles and cacophony

She is a goddess

That birds should nest in her hands

BJ©2017

 

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If you only knew

I am beautiful yes, indeed

A bit disheveled, yes

Perhaps you think, “a mess.”

I’ve seen darkness, true

Think not, I a fool

Young I am, tis right

The war to survive, my plight

And everyday the sun shines

And every night, i lay bound

But, night always goes

And I will escape its woes

Freedom from death and fears I’ve known

But Hell won’t keep me here, oh no

I am strong

I will beat the night

This I know

I will never whine

I don’t have too

I love me

And thats all that counts

 

BJ©2017

 

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Opaline naked luminance amidst amber florals

Sweet orange tendrils and curls hanging lovely

Are you lost my dear among the lusty maples

Au natural barefooted exposed skin red snarls

Madness perhaps psychosis overwhelmed you

Been damned and unsaved fair headed damsel

Bewildered or bewitched, they’ll judge you, ey

Come in to cover your genital suggestiveness

A Scarlett Letter will be placed upon your chest

Come out of the fields of bondage your highness

 

BJ©2016

 

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Stories From The Attic (On FB)

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Enter into the stories from the attic

Never mind the cobwebs and spiders

Enchanting tales resurrected from books

Fables and wizards and anecdotes with spice

Ghostly chills and breaths exhaled seeing dew

Sparkles of magic when she opens the novel

Eyes that twinkle as if she were a fairy

Setting the stage using mystical lyrics

A voice whimsically whispering charms

Tulika Dugar mysteriously sends us afar

To lands and places we’ve not traveled

Only to enter through the door of a chapter

The mistress invites you to snuggle enraptured

Now, wrap a blanket about you among the scattered

It’s now story time up in the attic.

BJ©2017

Tantric Answers

 

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Tantric Answers

Adelaide goes to the fields when lamentable

Melancholic considering all her options

Bemoaning speculating her dilemma

To escape or stay plotting her agenda

The fields glistening in amber lights

Generates truths and mystical responses

Within the field of Elysium are answers

Prudently she must hear the solutions

Is it this or perhaps that way she replies

Discerning the path she must recognize

And the fields of gold whisper the knowledge

She must listen, and she must know well

There is but away that leads her from hell

An Adelaide, she knows, all to well

The wrong decipher continues perdition

“Listen, listen,” she tells herself so transcendental

Unhurried and reverent to the wind in the willows

Collectively deciding to begin a transition

As the breeze told her so

Adelaide knows her answer

 

BJ©2017

Angel Orion

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Angel Orion upon the waters he thwarts

The innocent drowning in seas of assaults

By mighty waring arrows burning with force

Provisions and bounties granting us serenity

Rests comfort~ given a heavenly clemency

Over dark waters, storms and crazed insanity

Mankind will smile once again using charity

A necessity thus calming any raging sea

Orion exterminates the maleficent enemies

Respectfully replacing any unpleasantries

All irreverent thoughts from animal kingdom

Leaving behind humans of divine affinities

Removing peasantry and ape philosophies

Only left are amenities and just fidelity

BJ ©4/2017

 

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Poetry Readings by Alan Johnson and Tulika Dugar

 

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The amazing spoken word and music by Alan, and Tulika.

 

Amazing site… I promise that you won’t be disappointed.

 

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The Lives of Fairy Godmothers, Angels and Witches Catherine Dubois’ Odyssey to Enchantment

 

 

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Catherine Dubois’ Odyssey To Enchantment

By Bonnie Jennings

 

Within 150,000 words weaves a story involving an edgy woman who is either psychotic or is as the townsfolk believe eldritch. They, in Glory Town, a charming picture-perfect town, nestled in The Appalachians, call her a witch. For Cat Dubois, decades passed and she becomes more isolated from her accusers. Jealousy and scorn for a child who was fey with sapience, the  community of pretentious righteous, mocked her. The quaint town was not so “charming” after all and quickly ran sinners away. While alone for years, Cat began to see and hear voices. Visitors seldom came; however, her lonesome manor was haunted. However, little Cat prayed a prayer when only a child. That prayer was answered when she turned forty-five. An angel or fairy godmother named Eleanor came riding on the wind. Traveling with Eleanor was Tadhg, who was of the same order and virtue, and a little black dog named, Lovey.

“A scream was heard that summer day. A four-year-old little Catherine moaned into the mystical wind. She told the wind to find Thomas. Bellowing, into the breeze, her little heart begged, with vigorous might. The current carried her voice. It never ceased, until one day, “I heard it,” and that was when, Eleanor came riding in on the wind.” 

 

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My Little late JoJo as “Lovey”

 

 



 

 

The model in the photo is my daughter, the photographer was my son, and the digital artist is my dear friend Ky Mason. The picture has a copyright so I ask you, please don’t use it as it might be the cover of my novel … Thank you…  All Rights Reserved

 

Ky Ellen Mason artist/editor/graphics designer/publishing/printing

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You may reach me (BoJenn) the novelist/poetess via email at :

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or on FB @

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May you have a wonderful day and thank you for stopping in and reading 🌺

The Winner’s of The Poetry Contest Are 📢📢📢 A Drum Roll Please 🏆🏆🏆

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First of all~ I want to thank the three judges who graciously accepted this role. It has been tedious and also rewarding for each of us. Also I must mention, at this time, they still remain anonymous. 

As I said before, my role was the organizer, the sorter and the mailman. Blame me for the formatting… It just doesn’t want to do right…  🙂 

So without further delay…

 

 

IN FIRST PLACE …. Ta Da-Da-DAA !!! 



 

 

🏆 🥇 First Place Gold Winner Is …

 

All I Have to Give

By DL Mullan

I listen to the whispers of the wind

in hopes to catch the sound of you

my sorrow is all I have to give

because there is nothing I can do

I am not complete; I am not whole

what I would ask is for solace

to lighten the load of my soul

but I find no peace in this silence

I am breaking now into pieces

a fallen jig saw puzzle reordered into chaos

I fit. I place. I try and try to seize

a memory that will comfort me

All I have to give seems insufficient

to the weight of my terrible grief

maybe if your voice guided my hand

I could put myself back together again

 

 


 

 

 


 

 

 🜛🥈 Silver Place Winner

 

~~~ ABOUT MY MUM ~~~

By, Charlotte Rains

 
 
I want to begin my story with just a simple line
 
To begin again to tell a tale of a different place and time
 
A time when I was just a lass with curls and a pretty dress
 
Bringing smiles and laughter too and a lot of happiness
 
I often sought to please my mum and have her sing a song
 
A happy tune with words I knew so I could sing along
 
I sought her often to tell me tales of back when she was small
 
But often got a fairy tale…but I enjoyed them all
 
She’d tuck me in with kisses and hugs after the tale was read
 
I’d call her back for one more hug before she went to bed
 
Once I asked about my da but it seemed to make her sad
 
I saw a tear fall from her eye and thought that I’d been bad
 
But then she hugged me extra tight and whispered in my ear
 
That everything she could ever want was in her arms right here
 
We smiled and laughed and I fell asleep knowing I was loved
 
And even now my children know she watches from above
 
  
 

 

 

 

There is a tie for The Bronze place.

The next two poems were recognized by two different judges and were their first place winners. 

 

 

 

 And The 𐂚 🥉Bronze Place medal goes to…

TWO POETS and they are…

Drum roll please…. !

 

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Written by Jelly Beer 
Books scattered on the sand, pages leafed through and tattered, possibly for research, an antique Smith-Corona left on the table maybe in haste by the author seeking inspiration from his surroundings to pen a longed-for best seller for himself and the masses.Writer’s block had reared its ugly head! Thoughts and ideas were dead inside him. He needed to breathe again and clear out the cobwebs clouding his brain.It’s happened before. He knew there’s one more book inside him. He was instinctive. He’ll find his way back to the table ~ and type!
 
 

And the second Bronze Winner is ….. 

 

 

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Catalyst  

by Gina Hirsch

 

I have come too close to the flames to ever want to miss out on the burn.

I’ve lingered so long next to the night, I hate when it is the days turn.

The day comes beckoning underneath  an angry sky. 

Clouds dance marvelously as the moon steps in to eclipse them all.

I miss the blue heat. The wind that slowly tries to snuff it out. 

I loved and longed beyond all hope to tempt it all back to my claim. 

A rushing rapture of love.

A course of venom from a lovers lips; who’s tongue is the only antidote. 

Who’s touch is my religion. Who’s arms and shoulders my only sanctuary.

But the day took over the night.

And passion and kisses and antidotes to hearts gilded wishes have all passed away.

All that is left here is old ghosts and former images that fail to fade.

Phantom shadows of the lover who never comes to stoke the flames. 

 

 

 

 

 

The Honorable Mentions are those poems that were the judges high ranking choices and they are as follows…

 

 

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Morning Jennie,
By Dwayne Leon Rankin

 
The Final Leaf of Autumn
I looked and saw the leaves had left
The trees, now fallen to the ground.
But for one, still hanging on.But then the winds all blew and blew,
Blowing all those leaves around.
That leaf then too was gone.

I looked outside and saw the trees
All empty of their autumn’s coat;
Bare now for winter’s day.

To sleep, to sleep those trees now go
That leaf, the last of autumn’s note.
No more its song to play.

 


 

 

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 The Loch of Lomond

By Vernon Woods

 

Oh to be by the loch of Lomond on the heather clad banks on a cold misty morning a grounded eagle does mew from her diminished view she will have to wait it out and then the thunder and lightening and then the cloud as is resonates its echoes like a tennis ball against the rocky top mountains now naked from there snowy gowns I hear the distant lowings’ of a herd of Angus down in a fen let out of their barn yet again churning up the mud disturbing a clucking hen who now seeks safety from a tractors exhaust pipe ohhh just to lie here on these beautiful heather clad banks feeling the pitter patter of the angels tears I tell you they are not on there own I weep too my sopping sleeve a victim to my many uncontrollable tears not out off sadness badness but out of sheer utter joy I gaze up at the mountains as the grey cloudy sea wash the tops of the mountain scape the late Robin halls a bleacher lassie of Kelvinhaugh is sung from an echo of the past the bard rabbi burns earns his keep in a time way back where widows clad in black did weep his voice booming through the mist telling a story of the stealing of the stane of clone from the mountain tops steep to the lochs deep your velvety voice is not alone I hear it all to well ahhh the mists do disappear ill take my leave to meet up with a party with a ghilly in charge to go in search for salmon ohh my to behold these fine colored tartans these are the folk who have clan connections but what of my attire with no clan connections to you and I it will be a wearing of the Caledonia ohhh to be by the banks of the loch Lomond


 

 

Also highly mentioned… 

Thank you Linda 💐

 

Epitaph

By Linda Long

“You’re killing me….”

Words I hung in the air,

a prophecy that resonates through sleepless nights

My heart said goodbye to itself

that chilling evening in early August

How sacred the secret treasure of a wife and mother,

how broken the memories,

how haunting the path not taken


 

 

The next poem is by my dear friend Karen Boorman

Walking down a long dark road
I have to decide which way to go
North south east or west
which way will suit me best
I have not much time i fear
for in my life the end draws near
I want to live the fullest I can
but which way to go..must I choose?

 

Thank you Karen this reads like Robert Frost 🌺

 

 

BIRTH

By Soul Gifts on WordPress ❤️

She moved.

She swayed in time to the cadence

and beat of the rhythms

drumming in her heart.

Innocence was hers.

As was beauty.

Timeless, eternal, infinite.

None dared question.

Absorbed as she was, she noticed nothing

but the internal symphony,

the music  that swayed

and moved her eternally.

The swell, the growth, the burgeoning,

bursting and erupting explosions convulsed

shook and shattered the firmaments asunder.

In her splendour she bathed

in the newness of birth.

A new day.

A new dawn.

A new beginning.

She smiled.

It was wondrous.

.

Thank you Soul Gifts 🌹 

 

 

Thank you Soulece

By Soulece 💜

Stroke me my love
Let your nimble
Talented fingers
Play my body
Like a piano
Each caress
Igniting me
The instrument of your passion
Sending arpeggios of desire
Down my spine
Let us complete
This musical masterpiece
And write another tomorrow

 

Thank you Jason…

💎

Keep At It

By: Jason A. Watson 

Throughout life people experience both pain and suffering

Though getting through these things are pretty complicated

First you must learn to love and believe in yourself

Then, and only then, will you be able to numb the pain

This world is full of death and sorrowIt is filled with hate like no tomorrow

There still is hope for things to get better

Things are closer than they seem to appear

There’s really no need for fearGod wouldn’t put us into situations we can’t handle

This is why things always get betterAs long as you can try to remember

There is no reason to surrender

 

I loved this one Jason….❤️

 

 

 

Thank you, Jony 

♦️

With love,

 

By Jony Francissen 

 

“Today”

 
Today you are silent

with harsh unspoken words.

Your skin looks raw

and your eyes show no feelings.
Cold walls echoing promises,

Dust piled up on hope.

You promised me the sky

and turned it into a ceiling.


 

 

Thank you, Susan… Oh how I relate! 

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Memory

By Susan Burns 

I’m still in love with who I thought you were

The memory of that belief
is what’s causing the grief

I’m still in love with the you
I thought I knew
I despise the real you

I thought I’d found something rare
But you were just a player with flair

I will be okay
there will be a day
that false memory fades away

 

 


 

 Now my dear poetry friends these poems were HIGH ranking; however, they went over 22 lines and in the rules it stated no more than 22….  But they must be read by everyone because they too are phenomenal … 

 

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VOICE IN THE WIND

By Cris Fox (also a dear old friend🌹)

 

When the Wind begins to call you,

You will hear his voice and follow.

Listen and know, it’s  the song of you soul.

Friendship is the bread of angels,

Gifts of life meant to remind you

Which way to go, His love makes you whole.

The Father is calling, 

He’ll kept you from falling

Creation rejoices today.

The song He is singing

New life His bringing

Whispering Jesus the way

Home to His heart of love.

When the Wind begins to call you,

You will hear His voice and follow.

Listen and know, it’s the song of your soul.

Friendship is the bread of angels

Gifts of life meant to remind you

Which way to go, His love makes you whole.

This message descending

Of love never ending,

A river of Life from the Throne.

Grace that is waking,

You’ll Bend without breaking

With Jesus you’re never alone.

Enter His heart of love.

Beautiful Cris 🌹



  

By Anne Stockstill

 

Thinking of Me?

When you touched my hand

And your lips caressed mine,

Were you thinking of me?

When you danced holding me close,

Your breathe on my cheek

Whispering sweet nothings,

Were you thinking of me?

When the lights were low,

Soft, romantic music playing

As you lay close to me,

Where you thinking of me?

When we talked about travel

And made future plans,

Where you thinking of me?

When foreign shores beckoned you,

French wine, fine cuisine served on a terrace,

Overlooking the Eifel Tower and sparkling lights of Paris,

Were you thinking of her?

When you traveled to Rome, Istanbul and St Petersburg,

Changing the look of your face,

Drinking Russian vodka, long white nights,

Were you thinking of her?

Laying on white Dominican beaches,

Playing in the foaming surf,

Where your phone service never worked,

Were you thinking of her?

Did you look into her eyes and repeat unholy vows,

To love and cherish until death,

When the church bells tolled,

Did you really believe the lies you told,

As you married her while you were married to me?

 
 
The judges really loved yours as well….
I do to as I definitely have been in this place too… Married to more than one women at a time….  💜
 

 

 

 


  💛 And MOST Mentioned 💛

However ~ it is over 22 lines…. 

 

I AM SOMETHING MUCH MORE 

By @alostwriter

I am something much more

Than what you have in your mind

I am much more than a body

I am much more than a kiss

I am something much more than the breast and

all the rest

I have a heart ,

A mind,

A soul,

I am not just this body

These lips,

These curves,

I am much more than these

You keep rolling your eyes

Up and down

Seeking to get into

Inch by inch

Into my skin

Making me feel naked even

I have dozen of clothe on my body

still naked i m

I am something much more

Than this

I don’t need you

Your appreciation

You are also one of them

I am much more than

What you think,

Much more than

You can ever imagine

your thinking is limited to this

and I am something beyond this

I am something much more.

 

By- alostwriter(sy)you can find me @alostwriter

Thank you   ✍🏻

 

 


 
 

 

I want to thank all of you for your entries. It takes bravery to lay your heart out for the world to read. Well-done and congrats to all of you and our mystery judges too! 

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There In My Woods

 

 

There in my woods stood a wondrous sight
Were my eyes deceiving me, I asked quietly
In awe, I approached slowly, and reverently
She stood as a statue amidst the winter wood
The haze of midday and the humidity blinded
Any clear sights watching this solemn angel
Vaguely interpreted all hidden truthful sights
And why was she there, I can’t answer that
I wanted to believe that she was only for me
But, I don’t know, she never glanced, you see
I stayed as long as I could silently stoop
Trying not to breath loudly as to disturb 
After hours of gazing, i fell fast asleep 
Upon awakening, the angel had departed
 

Castanets and Patchouli

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Hidden between glances

Silencing a cacophony of doubts

Entering a place reverently

Peaceful and in tune with the beat

Vibrational magnets conjoin

Even across a room

Finding the mellow one

Untroubled and appreciative of much

Harmonious strings are magical

Baroque gypsies fancy bravato

A passacaglia minuet to begin

A teething rose and Bolero

Tapping toes and castanets

Candles and torches blazing

A fugue in D Minor and such

Moonlight sonatas and patchouli 

An image of Zeta watches 

And there’s Tadhg whom I adore

The Samba and Bossa Nova

The night takes an exotic twist

Fantastic is the swirling passion

The drum beats stirring lust

Sweltering rhythms and riffs

Take me away  to a distant place

And there is Zeta watching me

The night dissolves then

And I return home

Zeta I can’t resist

K♣️

And the late Jose Feliciano on Youtube

My favorite guitarist

Such a gypsy

I still love you the best…..🌹

We Were Children Once Upon A Time

 

 

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Imaginations of a girl

Dragons, bubbles and blonde curls

Creating a magical place

All her own

Her angel watches waiting

Motivating the child’s talents sown

 

 

In bubbles and butterflies and green moss

The smell of dirt’s mushrooming gorse

The dragon suddenly comes alive

The wave of her finger

Her angel smiles

Gifting the child’s natural endowments

 

 

A seer, a writer, a fairy princess

Must always keep her reason for existence

Sadly time and reality erase her magic

Once and artist

Her angel idly waits

Queuing patiently the child’s imaginations

 

 

 

©2017 BJ

 

 

 

 

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HIPAA LAW POETRY

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HIPAA

Laws that govern the protection of hospitals

Penal codes that govern the laws of (USA) men

And what about the laws that govern the truth

There’s a tide that is honest and leads when

Laws protecting this and that fail written by a pen

Having to step out of the Torahs way, every now and then

Deciding a destiny, costing more than gold, one aspires

A judgement of convictions, rising above sentencing

The choices sitting before you are costly fires

Codes of ethics, standards of practice, oh the law tires

Hurting and hindering more than protecting innocent life

Having to make verdicts and to be the judge

Stepping off-limits defining integrity relevant per

The voice within though pushed won’t fudge

And the jury that can’t hear, ultimately will misjudge

But HIPAA won, the penal code vanished

And the man slit the throat of his dogs

The neighbors children are next

It doesn’t matter for the HIPAA Law gods

Silence fell because the determinate kills dialogues

 

 

©2016 BJ

I Dreamed Last Night

I dreamed a prophet dream early this morning (CST USA). I have been having some health issues that have been escalating over the past couple of years.But, my health is not what this story is about, you just need to know a little and where and why this dream came to me last night or early morning.

First of all, I’m nearly deaf and the second condition, I could loose my eye sight in my dominant eye. So, I’ve been worried as it will effect my working ability, my art, and most importantly my writing.

I believe that my superior being was speaking to me and giving me all the reasons why this could happen and should it occur, then know the purpose. There is a powerful reason for this to happen.

My dream: (Part One) Taunting me; were two bullies. They were males. I knew them and recognized them Apparently they disliked me for similar reasons. They accused me of not being perfect, and this and that… The accusations are personal, and not important to write about. Somethings are best left unsaid. However, one had bangs like a woman, like he did in real life, and the other was tall, skinny and had glasses that were thick like coke bottles. They accused me of all the things that in life, I’ve accused myself. Laughing at me, putting me down, they seemed to follow me and gang up on me.  And that is when I decided to confront them in a loving manner, and that is when they changed their tunes.

I discovered they taunted me, because they wanted my attention so much, that negative attention was better than no attention. I never knew how much they longed for me just to be kind.That part ended with me holding them both in a motherly hug.

The morale of that part of the dream was sometimes the things, the negative actions of others and traumatic circumstances that come to us in life, are actually, blessings disguised in our fears. These negatives are meant to teach us a lesson and they won’t leave until we get it, and learn.

(Part Two) LOL… I’m having difficulty remembering part two… Oh, lets see… Okay, now I remember.

The two bullies began to cover my eyesight with a covering that made me blind. I had to trust my once enemies. So, I allowed them to place the cloth over my eyes. That is when I began to feel my world. I had to touch faces in order to recognize and understand. Still unable to hear a bird sing or whispers, and then to add the blindness, my world changed and I began to perceive life and they living in a new way. I could not judge by my eyesight any longer, but only had my hands to feel. I couldn’t judge the world by hearing, because I had to know and perceive the world intuitively. When I learned and discovered my world without hearing and sight, then I truly understood, the spiritual concepts that govern the entire universe.

Morale learned. We judge our space using hearing and sight, but take those gifts away, and we will truly see and know many new concepts.

Wow… I have peace and understanding now… 🌹

 

©2017 BJ

 

 

 

 

 

Wandering my streets of dreams 

Seeking the truth of love ❤️ 

Looking forward to your smile 

The day we say “hello”

I know you have always been there 
Please tell me your name 

And what thoroughfare you’re lost 

I’ll search for the place sent 

Just send me your coordinates 

I will find you know matter what 

Sacrificial love is ONLY When…

 

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What is love?

Love of self is the first ingredient to true love.

 

Sacrificial love is ONLY when a person understands love and love of self.

That person is able to then, and only then say, I choose you over me….

And my friends, that is love…

That you first chose me (because you loved yourself first).

Happy Valentines!

 

 

Image from A Poets Haven